Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You are an amazing specimen, miss
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
Look at that, how nice it slides
A match made in throat fuck heaven